If I made you a special forces soldier, would you become a terrestrial god?

Beijing, Xishan, the highest operational command center of the Central Military Commission.

The air here seemed to have solidified, so heavy that it was hard to breathe.

Seated around the enormous circular conference table were the true titans of the Chinese military. At the very center sat the imposing figure who commanded the entire army. To his left was Su Chen's grandfather, General Su Hongjun, a man of silver hair yet ramrod straight.

The rest were all the highest-ranking officials of various war zones and military branches, with their shoulders adorned with brilliant general stars. Any one of them could shake a region with a stomp of their foot.

Su Chen stood among these powerful figures whose stomping could cause an earthquake.

His posture was as straight as a pine tree, and the rank of senior colonel on his shoulder seemed particularly thin here, yet no one dared to show the slightest disrespect.

That's the situation.

Su Chen concluded his report on the training results of the Kunlun troops over the past three months with the most concise language.

There are no fancy words or exaggerated embellishments; it simply states the facts.

What techniques were taught?

What kind of training was conducted?

What level have the current team members reached?

As soon as he finished speaking, the huge conference room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Sitting opposite Su Hongjun, a general with a resolute face, in charge of the development of equipment for the entire army, unconsciously tapped his fingers on the smooth tabletop. The slight "tap-tap" sound was the only sound at that moment.

He broke the silence.

"Comrade Su Chen, do you mean that every soldier in your unit now possesses... the strength of three thousand jin?"

His voice was somewhat hoarse, as if he were confirming a question that even he himself could not believe.

"Reporting to the commander, it's at least three thousand jin," Su Chen calmly corrected.

Gudong.

Beside the admiral, a naval commander known for his composure unconsciously swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

Three thousand catties, what does that mean? The turret of a main battle tank weighs only a few tons!

"You mean, they can... dodge bullets?" Another air force commander leaned forward slightly, his tone full of inquiry. He was more sensitive to speed than anyone else.

"Reporting to the commander, in open terrain, we can achieve an evasion rate of over 90% against bursts from conventional rifles. In complex terrain, this number will be even higher," Su Chen replied flawlessly.

"Then... what about just enduring a hail of bullets?"

This time, it was the big shot who asked the question. He hadn't spoken until now, but he sat up straight, his deep eyes fixed on Su Chen.

All eyes were on the climax.

This is the most crucial question!

"Reporting to the commander," Su Chen said, meeting everyone's gaze. His voice wasn't loud, but every word was firm and authoritative. "When facing the active-duty Type 95 automatic rifle, firing at a distance of thirty meters can guarantee no penetration. The body will only be left with bruises and impact wounds."

In an instant, it was as if all the air in the conference room had been sucked out.

They can understand the force of three thousand jin as a kind of physical burst that exceeds the limit.

Their ability to dodge bullets can be attributed to incredible reaction speed and combat instincts.

He could withstand close-range fire from an automatic rifle with his bare hands...

This is no longer science, this is theology!

This completely overturned their military worldview, which they had spent their entire lives building upon and which was based on physics and materials science!

What does this mean?

This means that if such a soldier were deployed to a conventional battlefield, he would be a humanoid tank with self-awareness, never overheating, never jamming, able to find cover on his own, and even able to think about tactics!

"One against a hundred... You mentioned that phrase in your report just now." The big boss spoke slowly, his fingers interlaced, staring intently at Su Chen. "Isn't that an exaggeration?"

"Sir, this is not an exaggeration, but a conservative estimate based on theoretical data."

Su Chen paused for a moment, then continued to use cold data to depict a scene that made everyone's heart pound.

"Without considering heavy firepower saturation coverage, a Kunlun soldier is capable of annihilating a full-strength conventional infantry company within ten minutes. If carrying out a decapitation strike, he can break through all the outer defenses of a regimental command post and take the core within five minutes."

"I……"

The general from the equipment department opened his mouth, and the word "fuck" rushed to his lips, but he swallowed it back down, his old face turning red with embarrassment.

His mind wasn't focused on calculations anymore; it was playing a horror movie.

What would it be like if a monster, capable of withstanding bullets, possessing immense strength and superhuman speed, stormed into a modern regimental command post? The guards' firearms would be ineffective against him; he could easily breach any fortifications; he could snap a sentry's neck before they could even react…

That scene didn't look like war at all.

It was a one-sided massacre.

"A monster, an absolute monster..." the naval commander muttered to himself. The expression on his face when he looked at Su Chen was no longer that of a junior, but rather a complex emotion of looking at an unknown and terrifying thing.

General Su Hongjun sat there, his back ramrod straight, his face expressionless, but the slight upturn of his lips and the rhythmic tapping of his fingers on the table betrayed his inner turmoil and pride.

My grandson!

This is my grandson!

He was screaming inside, but on the surface he just glanced at the old guy from the equipment department across from him, his eyes clearly saying: What use are your piles of iron lumps?

"So," the big boss took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and stated definitively, "you've come today to tell us that your troops have been trained?"

"Reporting to the commander, we have only completed the basic physical training."

Su Chen shook his head, his expression turning serious.

"They have strength, but lack the tempering of real combat. A true towering tree cannot grow in a greenhouse. No matter how strong a soldier is, without the baptism of blood and fire, he is just a theorist."

His tone shifted abruptly, his voice becoming firm and resolute, carrying an unquestionable determination!

"Kunlun's training has reached a bottleneck! I need a real battle to test their mettle and forge their fighting spirit!"

"I request that the Central Military Headquarters directly assign combat missions to conduct graduation assessments for the first batch of all members of the Kunlun troops!"

"I hope that all of you leaders can see for yourselves just how terrifying our extraordinary force truly is!"

His voice echoed in the conference room, every word resounding.

The generals looked at each other, and in each other's expressions they saw shock, excitement, and a hint of... madness.

Deploying an army of superhumans into actual combat is unprecedented in the history of human warfare.

What they are about to witness is the beginning of a new era!

The big shot remained silent for a long time, looking into Su Chen's deep and calm eyes as if trying to see through everything about this young man.

Finally, he slowly nodded.

"I agree to your request in principle."

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Chen did not show any joy. Instead, he continued to speak and calmly dropped another bombshell.

"Sir, there's one more thing."